End of summer, back to school!!! As the morning broke today with the call of the alarm clock (lazy for three full months), there was mad rush to fill the hot cases with pasta, cut the cherry tomatoes and the baby cucumbers, and fill the water bottles. This year special first-day lunch…..pasta in the shape of musical notes, that Mumma brought from her recent trip to Mozart’s hometown! And not to forget the little note on a paper towel tucked in the lunch bag: “You are my sunshine…..eat your lunch please, your brain cells are hungry!!” Despite the sadness and madness associated with end of summer, I love the Fall! Crisp autumn air, rumbling of leaves under your feet, palette of red and orange and yellow in the treelines, students criss-crossing the campus with back packs, and for my children beginning of another school-year, a few inches taller since last year, a few lost teeth for Ujaan, start of new adventures, new learning, and new friendships in the playground. Last night, as I tucked the two in bed, we made a slight change to our usual bedtime ritual. Instead of talking about our “happy” and “sad” events of the day, we talked about our fondest and saddest summer memories. Urja’s choice was clear: “tomar sangey gorano aar tetul-er achar khawa, Ma”. Ujaan was less sure, but finally settled on: “splash universe waterpark.” And then Urja, almost like a whisper….”Dadu-ke harano was the saddest, Ma.” Ujaan joined “Hna Ma, can’t we bring him alive? Can’t you at least whatsapp him and tell him we miss him a lot?” My little angels, how much I love you! Just before falling asleep, Urja asked me “Ma, how will the next year be like?” I started to say……”it will be fabulous ……..” Instead, I kissed her on the forehead and softly whispered “Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be”. The reading light was turned off, and through the half-ajar bathroom door trickled the warm glow of a lone candle. As the bedside night lamp reflected the blue planet on the ceiling of our room, her wet hair from the late-night shower spread across her pillow, her stuffed panda by one side, and Ujaan on the other, she joined me in the now-drifting tune across the room: “The future’s not ours to see, Que Sera, Sera, What will be, will be….....”
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 16:39:34 +0000
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